text ❀ first tooth

[treasuretooth]

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Oh! Sorry, I was just testing...

It's been a few days since I arrived and I think I've familiarized myself as much as possible with the workings and geography of this place, both high and low! And this device, too. Although it's still kind of strange to be using something like this, with all of these buttons, but I guess it makes communicating over long distances easier for those who don't have any other means of doing so, am I right?

But I've gotten off topic! I actually have an important question for anyone reading this!

You see, when I was exploring, I noticed that there are a lot of people behaving a bit oddly around the city! And I do mean a lot... Normally, if this happened in fewer numbers, I really wouldn't be the least bit surprised, but it kind of seems like everywhere I turn...

...well, the point is, does this kind of thing happen often around here?

Because I wasn't expecting romantic antics until at least the start of February! If people are going to be dispensing chocolates by the boxes, I'm going to need to get to work right away! This place is no Punjam Hy Loo or the Pole, but teeth are teeth! And they need attending!



[ooc: Enter the Tooth Fairy! Text because she's not sure if people would be able to see her or hear her otherwise; replies are welcome in different formats, though!]

Comments

[treasuretooth]

I think so. [She has likely flown by it more than once by now, so finding it won't be too trying.] Do you need time to get ready first? Or should I just meet you there? Oh! And how will I know you when I see you?

[likehim_likeme]

All I need is my coat, mademoiselle, and I will be able to meet you.

[That makes him pause for a moment.]

I will leave a silver case on the table. Small enough to fit in the hand, fairly flat.

[treasuretooth]

A silver case? What is it for?

[Because Tooth knows powerful and dangerous things can fit into small cases. But sometimes small cases don't carry such things at all.]

[likehim_likeme]

[There's an odd question he wasn't expecting.]

It... is a cigarette case. I have not seen anyone else here who carries such a thing.

[treasuretooth]

Do you know what cigarettes DO to your TEETH?!

[likehim_likeme]

My dear, it is socially accepted that gentlemen smoke. But as the... tooth fairy... I can understand why you might be concerned.

[treasuretooth]

Is it also socially acceptable for your teeth to rot and fall out of your skull because that is what they'll do if you smoke for a long period of time, not to mention that smoking cigarettes is a leading cause for numerous diseases and it lends to absolutely abhorrent breath and terrible stains, not just on your teeth, but your fingers, too!

...the case will just be sitting there, right? Unopened?

[likehim_likeme]

I was actually unaware of most of that. [He's from 1910. The facts about the link to health hazards wouldn't be revealed until 1964. If he has a mind to, he might go and learn what he can here. Really, he ought to learn what it does to breathing, considering he's a dancer.]

Yes.

[treasuretooth]

[Oh, Jean-Paul. Just ask Tooth. She might not have kept up with most changes in technology, but if you ask her anything to do with the advancements in dental health over the years? She will tell you all there is to know! ...with enthusiasm. Likely so much it might make it hard to follow. On second thought, don't ask unless you want an earful of breathless babbling.]

That's terrible! You should inform yourself straightaway! Looking after your health is important, you know! Especially your teeth! Because good dental hygiene is essential for overall good health! You wouldn't believe how much your oral health effects the rest of your body!

OH! I'm sorry, I've gotten a bit carried away! Yes, unopened, excellent! I'll meet you there in a jiffy then!

Um...I'll be flying! Look for that.

[likehim_likeme]

[His overall health, hm? Then that is something to look into. Not that he would have been dancing for more than 7 or 8 more years. But as a choreographer, he prides himself on being capable of showing the routine. What sort of person could call themselves a choreographer and be incapable? Never show him Dance Moms]

Very well, mademoiselle.

[He shuts the device off and goes there. He gets himself a coffee and sits in an less populated area, his case on the table.]

[treasuretooth]

[Tucking her communicator away, Tooth makes her way to the cafe Jean-Paul mentioned. She's not sure how she feels being in such a place. The majority of individuals don't even seem to notice her (which isn't to say that all of them are belief-blind, either). She waves to a couple of wide-eyed onlookers before she spots the shiny silver case lying atop a table. Accompanying it is a fairly handsome man, neat in appearance with a drink set before him.]

[Tooth flies closer, then lands, soft and nimble, on the ground. Taking small steps, she approaches Jean-Paul's table hoping he will look up and spare her the awkward scramble to get him to see her. He heard, after all, but shortly after had declared himself a man of mundane beliefs. This could easily go either way.]

...Hello?

[It occurs to Tooth in that moment that she never actually asked this fellow his name.]

[likehim_likeme]

[He is waiting patiently enough and, when he hears her voice, he stands while looking toward her. A gentleman stands when a lady comes to a table, after all. It's when he actually looks at her that he's given pause.

She. Has. Wings. Okay, he thought she had been somewhat less than serious when she stated that she would be flying.

And beyond that... her outfit and headdress. It could be out of a ballet. In fact, it would be quite fitting for some sort of fay creature. If a designer could only find a way to incorporate the wings so that they would not hinder any dancer.

And she was so tiny! Sure, he was short for a dancer, being a few inches shy of the standard. She was altogether something of a sight.]

Hello, mademoiselle Toothiana, I presume?

[treasuretooth]

[He can see her! He isn't so skeptical that he is totally blind to magic and magical beings! Tooth knew that being able to see an angel was a good sign, but she just hadn't wanted to get her hopes up! Oh, but this is perfect!]

[A bit excitedly she takes to the air again, wings fluttering rapidly. She reaches for Jean-Paul's hands and, without much warning, shakes them both vigorously, her smile a mile wide.]

Yes! Tooth for short if you like, I don't mind! It's a pleasure to meet you, and I'm so glad you can see me, because I really wasn't sure this would work but you have to understand, I'd really hoped...

[She pauses, wings slowing so that her toes can once more touch the floor. With a tiny laugh, she releases his hands and tucks her own behind her back.]

...Will you forgive me? In all my excitement I never even got your name!

[likehim_likeme]

[As much as the wings were a fact of her, he was still somewhat shocked to see her actually fly. It's also surprising that she takes his hands and shakes them. He's so accustomed to handshakes being a thing men do.]

Ah, of... of course. [Dieu, she's actually a fairy. An actual fairy. How many other things he's simply discounted over the years as stories have been real?]

It is my fault as well. I often forget my manners using those devices. It seems so unnatural to me to have something like that which connects to those I am unaware of.

I am Jean-Paul Doret.

[treasuretooth]

A pleasure, Jean-Paul.

[Toothiana glances at the table after a moment, then at the chair opposite the one Jean-Paul had been seated in.]

Well, here we are! I mean, now you know I really am who I say I am...but you must have questions, right? May I sit with you?

[likehim_likeme]

[He wouldn't quite say he totally accept that she's the tooth fairy. A fairy yes, but from such a story? Of course, this is the man who, after being seduced (although that lends the wrong impression) by Lucifer's charms, still asked later on if he was really the fallen angel.]

Yes, I do. [He motions to the other chair.] Please do.

[treasuretooth]

[Tooth takes her seat immediately, pulling it out, sitting down, and scooching herself in towards the table. There, she folds her hands neatly in her lap and beams at her companion.]

This is nice! I can't say I've ever sat in a cafe with anybody before! Intentionally, that is. With them knowing.

[Her feet barely touch the floor and so, Tooth is rather given to swinging them beneath her chair, back and forth, back and forth...]

Do you come here often?

[likehim_likeme]

[Once she's seated, he sits. Manners, you know. He slips the case back into his suit coat pocket.]

Not very often, no. Coffee is not always something I am in the mood for. [He motions to the counter.] Would you like something?

[treasuretooth]

[Tooth nods, cocking her head to the side to glance at the counter. She isn't a coffee drinker for the same reason she doesn't drink alcohol; neither beverage is especially good for one in abundance, and both are unkind to one's breath and teeth.]

Tea might be nice, if they serve it here?

[She doesn't mind tea in small doses. Warm, soothing, and not overbearing the way most popular warmer drinks have a tendency of being.]

[likehim_likeme]

I believe so. [He gets up and orders it for her, bringing back with some sugar packets, a little cream in a smaller cup, and stirrers. Proper Tea Fixings... in disposable containers.]

[He lets her get her tea how she likes it before speaking.]

So you're the Tooth Fairy. The... only one?

[treasuretooth]

[Tooth takes her tea black. No cream, no sugar, none of that stuff. On the rare occasion she might dabble in some honey, but not this time.]

[Accepting the cup from Jean-Paul, she smiles gratefully and hugs it close, letting the warmth seep between her fingers and the aroma fill her lungs.]

This is splendid...thank you.

[She takes a tiny sip, careful not to burn herself.]

Well, I'm the only me...but I have several helpers. La Petite Souris is one of them, or rather...an entire division that operates in Europe. And I have several small fairies, too.

[likehim_likeme]

[He laughs at the mention of la Petite Souris. He still just can't get used to this idea that they are all real.]

So you are, what, the leader of the American division?

[treasuretooth]

[She laughs at that.]

No, not quite. The global division. But my home is in the very far east.

[She takes another sip of tea before setting down her cup gently.]

I know it's hard to accept, but if I'm honest, I'd say you're doing rather well so far. I'm proud of you, Jean-Paul. Whatever makes it difficult for you, you're doing a good job of not letting it completely blind you and I think with enough time...maybe believing won't seem so strange to you.

[likehim_likeme]

[He really does just stare for a moment. She is the head of the global division, putting her in complete charge of all the ones who collect teeth. It is somewhat staggering, really. Had anyone ever gone into more detail about la Petite Souris than the child's story?

He can't imagine being in control of that many divisions, assuming one for each country. Having been a choreographer, he knows just how difficult it can be to make a ballet come together. Between the musician writing for them, the costume designer, the back stage, the dancers... with him at the head trying to bring them together and find willing patrons to give them money.

Well... I suppose if one can accept Lucifer and the idea of a manifestation of Fear, it would be difficult to be completely blind.

[Although he's still not too sure if he believes that Pitch is actually the Boogeyman.]

Where in the east are you from?

[treasuretooth]

[Mainly, the army consists of Toothiana and her fairies, but she employs mice in various parts of the world, too. Together, their numbers are something to marvel at, and they are the very reason that all children, regardless of the continent they live on, are familiar with folklore surrounding lost baby teeth.]

[Orchestrating everything might seem difficult to any outside eye, and it's not easy by any means, even for Tooth, but it comes naturally to her, being busy, being helpful, and especially taking care of children and their memories.]

[She would happily tell Jean-Paul all of these things, but when he brings up a certain manifestation of Fear, Tooth finds her muscles tensing. Warning bells go off inside her mind and her smile droops a little at its edges. She should warn Jean-Paul she thinks...but then, if she does, she would be terminating her agreement with Pitch, breaking their truce, the very one that might protect more people than she can on her own right now.]

I...far east. [Tooth answers, saying nothing of Lucifer and the Boogeyman. And, realizing she hasn't quite answered his question, Tooth adds:] A special city called Punjam Hy Loo. I don't expect you to have heard of it before.